Mighty Mouse
junkyard knight clunky dripping
sometimes I gloss over the bad
an attempt to protect myself
violin screeching abrasive
I need a new one
or a mechanic
infected dents and scrapes
my blistered mystery
if I were a dictionary phantom
I might feel less shredded mess
other hand that could be totally wrong
maybe ghosts hurt like us
I turn my gaze around
peek within there’s my sunshine
a thunderstorm when I want one
grab lightning protect my head